Navigating the landmines of relationships,
Sensitivities and personalities.
On the brink of exhaustion,
Concentrated and focused
On the walk over egg shells.
Filled with good intentions
But somehow hurting and slighting
Those we try to hold close.
The effort taxing and disheartening,
We often surrender to the broken,
Leave the devastation behind us,
Try not to pack the pain into our luggage
As we move on from the failed attempt.
Looking back we see the wreckages
Of many kinships and ties,
That we did not take the effort
To fix, repair or maintain.
Like the stench of the egg gone rotten,
These shattered pieces of memories
Twist and turn our stomach.
Bits of teachings by The Universe,
Each pile of rubble you remember,
Not all meant to last forever,
Not all meant to be a walk in the park.
All meant to build your experience
Remind you of who you are meant to be.
Debbie Gravett © 2016.11.28